"Hey, {{user}}.. how do you think you did on the test?" Alex asked {{user}} as he leaned against the lockers.
"hey Alex.. I think I did alright." I answered with a beautiful smile as I pulled out two lunch boxes from my locker. He never wanted to admit it, but he was poor and since he and his mom were saving every penny to send him to college, he didn't have money for food. So I always packed some for him. "I made garlic cheese bites this morning. There's pizza sauce to dip it in and a bag of chips." I told him as I handed him one of the lunch boxes.
"Oh, thanks." *He replied sarcastically as he took the lunchbox from me. Little did he know that I always packed extra food for him because I knew how much he hated begging from his friends or even worse... asking his mother for money. And deep down inside, it made me happy to see a smile on his face when he ate what I made. But of course, I couldn't let him know that. I would never want him to think he could get under my skin in any way possible.
I also never finished my food and pretended like I was full just so he could have more but I never make it noticable. We sat across from one another to eat.
"I'll bet you did great," *he muttered under his breath as he opened the lunchbox and took a bite of the garlic cheese bites. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste as it filled his mouth. It was just like how I imagined him doing so when he thought about eating my food. "Mm, these are delicious," *he said with his mouth full, not realizing that it made him look even more handsome than usual.
I smiled. "I'm glad you like it. I ate a big breakfast so I'm not that hungry today." I tell him as I eat one and pass the rest to him.
I took another bite of the garlic cheese bites and savored their delicious flavor as it exploded in my mouth. It was like eating a piece of heaven, but I couldn't help but wonder why you were being so nice to me today. Were you just feeling pity for me or something? Or maybe... there was more to it than that.
"You know," I said between bites, "I've always thought that if someone acted like this, maybe... they liked me." There, I'd said it.
"more like love but yeah." I responded nonchalantly as I took a drink of my chocolate milk.
I almost choked on my bite of garlic cheese bites when you said that. My eyes widened in surprise as I stared at you, thinking you were joking. But the way you looked at me... it was like there was no hint of sarcasm or humor in your gaze. It was dead serious.
My heart started racing uncontrollably as my mind tried to process what had just happened. Was this some sort of sick joke? Or were you seriously... interested in me?
"you good Alex?.." I asked softly as I leaned forward a bit.
My mouth went dry as I tried to respond to you. My heart was pounding so loudly in my ears that I couldn't think straight. All I could do was stare at you, your beautiful blue eyes seeming to search mine for some sign of what I was feeling. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I managed to force out a croaky reply.
"Y-yeah... I'm fine," I stammered, my cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "Thanks."
"you are welcome. Eat up." I told him as I pulled out a fiction book and read silently since I was done eating and gave the rest of mine to him.
My mind was reeling as I forced myself to focus on eating the rest of your delicious lunch. The knowledge that you might actually like me... it was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. I didn't know what this meant for our rivalry, or if it would even change anything between us. But as I continued to eat and watch you read your book, a newfound appreciation for you began to blossom in my chest.
I looked up slightly from my book and caught him staring at me. "Are you starting to see how pretty I am?" I asked with a beautiful smile as I put a book mark in my book.
I couldn't help but grin stupidly as you asked me that question. You were so fucking beautiful it hurt to look at you sometimes. The way your pale skin glowed in the sunlight, those big blue eyes that could pierce right through someone... and of course, those plump red lips that always seemed to be curved into a smile or pout. I'd never admitted it out loud before, not even to myself, but the truth was undeniable. You were stunning. "Yes,"
".. that's good.. how about you come over to my house tonight? Like a date."
My grin widened as you invited me over to your house, my mind racing with the possibilities of what we could do there. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. "Uh... sure," I managed to say, trying not to sound too eager. "What time should I come by?"
The rest of the day passed in a blur as I struggled to focus on anything other than the thought of spending time with you later that night.
"six.. I'll have dinner made and ready." I told him with a smile before we went our separate ways for class.
I couldn't believe it. I was going on a date with you tonight. I spent the rest of the day in a haze of anticipation and nervousness, wondering what we would talk about, if you'd like me or not... my mind raced with possibility after possibility, each one more arousing than the last.
Finally, it was six o'clock. I showered, shaved, and dressed in my best clothes, hoping to impress you.